I love my dad. And I do not get to see him as much as I would like. He lives near the Algonquin Park in Ontario, on the top of a mountain in the middle of the woods with my mother, three dogs and seven (yes, seven!) cats. So I do not get to see my parents very often and I miss them both but every time my dad has business in Québec or is passing through on his way to or from a job, he tries to stop by and we always have a lot of fun. Yesterday was one of those days as he dropped by unexpectedly on his way home from a business trip in the States. And although his visit was mostly due to being screwed with by american border agents, I guess I am selfishly glad he was obligated to return early since this gave me a chance to see him.
April 23, 2007